Phoenix

Who You Gonna Call?

Alicia Grant's p.o.v.

There was something so chilling about becoming a hunter. It wasn't the job itself, but rather than the people involved in it. Hunters seem tired, yet relentless. Focused, but distant from the outside world.

Like Sam. I know for a fact he hasn't slept since the Dean's nightmare. He's bags are larger than any college students. He's even growing frown lines. But, he doesn't even matter. He just stays focused on what's important. Dean, Jack, and hunts. Now and then, he would check on Dean. Making sure he wasn't stressing or overpowering his brain. Dean would reply every time with, "Hmm."

He kept Jack positive. Jack was worrying about the victims before the last one. He was worried that more people would end up hurt if we didn't act fast, but Sam told him that it was ok. He made sure that Jack took breaks and cleared his mind, even if that meant to take more on himself.

I wanted to be more like Sam.

"Damnit," Dean breathed out. "What?" I asked. We were stuck in the same place for the longest of time. All we know is that the house's deeds date back to 1756.

"They're back," Dean mumbled. He rubbed his eyes and pushed away his half-eaten burger. "Who's back?" Jack asked. He looked up from his computer, which had the picture of the layout of the house. I swear it looked like we were going to rob the house.

"Ghostfacers." Sam and Jack groaned at the same time. I laughed a little. Ghostfacers. That's a badass name.

"What? Are they your archenemies?" I asked with a smile. Dean chuckled. "They're like a parasite. It gets in your skin, crawls up to your brain, and poison you with its stupidity." Dean said. I laughed and replied, "They can't be that bad, can they?"

The four of us went quiet. All of them stared at each other before laughing. Sam sighed. "They catch the paranormal on film, but run when the real ghosts come out to play." He grinned.

"And guess what?" Jack added. I turned towards him. The smiled disappeared from his face. "They're here."

I turned to the door. Two guys stood near it with the world's cheapest suits on. One was talking to the waiter while the other was scoping out a place to sit.

Then, our eyes made connect. He smiled and winked, but he stopped. He tapped the other guy, and they bother looked our way. They looked between each other before loudly groaning. They walked over to our table.

"Dean, remember. Don't shoot anyone in public." Sam whispered. "Yeah, but that doesn't apply to these two." He sighed and straighten up.

"Well, if it Winchesters." One said. He was shorter than the one with the glasses. He was fit definitely, but he looked a little too cocky. He was making up for something with that attitude.

"Don't tell me you guys are working this case too," Sam said. His facial expression showed that he was highly annoyed with the two men standing before us. "Too?! We were here first." He yelled.

"Harry, listen," Dean said. "Get lost. You and Ed here."

Ed and Harry. Ok, Ghostfacers seem less cool with those name. "Who might you be?" Ed questioned. He gave a wide smile and crooked his head to the side. I chuckled and answered.

"Alicia. I'm Alicia." I stuck my gloved hand out towards him. He took it. It was ok.

I breathed out. I didn't burn him. That's a good sign. "I'm Ed. I-I like your gloves." He stumbled on his words. I smiled and nodded. "Thank you." I pulled away. "Don't be flirting with my little sister like that," Dean said. He was now standing. One hand reaching into his pocket.